One day!
An entire day!
Jia Cong nearly suffocated to death from his own farting.
He felt ashamed and angry, always feeling that the gazes from everyone around him were off.
Even Jiao Youxin, who had just been assigned to serve by his side, always wore an indescribable expression.
It seemed as if Jiao Youxin was saying, "Brother Cong looks fair and clever, why does he love to fart so much!"
Jia Cong: ...You're the one who loves to fart! Your whole family loves to fart!
If it weren't for that darn Nourishing Yuan Pill, I would never have turned into a farting basket!
However, after the embarrassment, Jia Cong had to admit that although the side effects of the Nourishing Yuan Pill were dumbfounding, it truly had miraculous effects on physical conditioning.
In an era without antibiotics, just with one elixir, within just a few days, the high fever had subsided, and the whip wounds on his body had quickly scabbed over and fallen off.
